Jezebel Sisely: Why Is Everyone Retarded?

*contains a little swearing*
I am playing Guitar Hero when my best friend Venus Depollo bursts into my house. She's
wearing her usual hot pink wig and chunky boots that reach up to her knees. She's dressed
in a 1920's-esque outfit topped off with bright red lip-stick. I am dressed in jeans and a
Ramones t-shirt, but nobody cares about that.
"Jezebel!" Venus roars in her cute, soprano voice. "PARTY!"
I'm in the middle of playing Message In a Bottle on expert. I'm not in the mood for
parties. I shouldn't be going to insane house parties at fourteen anyway.
"It's a school night," I remind Venus who had climbed up on my mother's three hundred
dollar leather couch and started to jump on it. I should tell her not to do that, but my
brain's not functioning correctly.
"Qu'est-ce que j'en ai à faire?" Venus asks putting on her best French accent.
I don't speak French so I ask her to translate. "Who cares?" she says.
"I care," I reply jerking up my guitar. Star power! Hell yeah!
Venus sits on the couch and sighs dramatically. In the light, I can see glitter sparkling
on her cheeks. "Oh, Jezebel," she sighs again. This time it's a airy, wistful sigh. "You
don't know how to have fun. I knew it all along."
"I know how to have fun," I say finishing up the song. Ow. My fingers hurt. The black nail
polish I had applied two days ago is already starting to chip. "Just not on school
nights."
Venus looks pissed, but I don't give into her little act. I've know her since we were in
third grade. She's a huge drama nerd, just like I'm a huge music nerd. She's playing the
lead in the school's production of Guys and Dolls, and she's only a freshie. I'm
first clarinet in the school band. People call me the 'Clarinet Wizard'. Well... that's
only me, Venus and this trumpet player named Jesus Diaz (pronounced Hey-Suess Dee-az).
"Who's party is it anyway?" I ask. Like I care who's throwing the party.
"Orion Peterson," Venus says brightening up a bit.
Orion Peterson is the hottest guy in school according to Venus' standards. He's a junior
in our Geo class, has about a million girlfriends, and wears chains that he obviously
bought on sale at Hot Topic. Venus loves him. I resent him.
"Orion Peterson makes me gag," I say sincerly.
Venus throws my little sister's glitter pen at my head. I got a pink feather stuck in my
hair. "He is soooooooooo hot, Jezebel Sisely."
I'll write more later, :D